On the polyamory topic... I do think it can work, as I know some stable and successful poly groups.
With my last official male and I it worked fairly well, as distance (ie, living some distance away from each other) prevented us from getting to spend the kind of quality physical time with each other that we both required. It was an open relationship rather than polyamory, to my mind, as he was my boyfriend, I was his girlfriend, and anything else was the satiation of physical needs. What brought the end to us wasn't our choice to enjoy others when such opportunity arose, but the simple fact that we were really quite different people.
And now, the actual rant.
Bastards bastards bastards bastards went and LET the room I was in love with. MY room 13, MINE, and someone else has it now. I really liked it, I really felt that it was somewhere I could be at home. It's so rare for me to really, really click with a place like that and feel that it has potential as a home instead of a place to sleep and store my belongings. Damnit. That was going to be my home.
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The noblest sentiment I have encountered and the most passionate political statement to stir my heart both belong to a fictional character. Why do we have no politicians as pure in their intent and determinedly joyous in their outlook as Arkady Bogdanov of Red Mars?
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